Somewhere for me lurks a family, like a threat
And like Atlas hunched under the weight of this family
A future I stumbles among baby bottles and tumbles over cribs
Lies crucified on a table cloth
Wastes time with the neighbors talking school politics and hedges and TVs and gas mileage
Talk talk talk and no do
All talk and no do drives Ethan insane
And crying babies! Babies everywhere!
In my passenger seat where girls used to sit
In my mouth where I used to drink wine
In countries that I always wanted to visit but never will, not now
On my keyboard where I might have written my masterpiece
Inside my dusty guitar, pulling at the rusted strings
In the voices of my friends who I never see anymore
On the top of that distant, towering mountain that I'll never climb